Warnings: home intrusion, death
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My partner and I were home with a friend of his. All of us were crammed on a couch in the basement and watching some movies. We heard a crash upstairs and quickly shut the tv off. Our friend hid in the only closet in the basement as we went upstairs to investigate. There were two large men standing in the living room talking as we silently ran to a room across the hall.
"You said no one was home tonight!"
"I told you I didn't see any cars outside! How was I supposed to know someone was here!"
"Whatever. Just find them and take care of it."
One of the men headed away from us as the other one sighed and shifted his shoulders, a gun glinting in the moonlight. He began to go through the living room, picking up smaller decorations that could be worth something. My partner sneezed and we saw the man freeze. Every step he took towards the door sounded like an avalanche. Just as we saw the doorknob turn a small thud sounded from another room and we heard the footsteps leaving.
We hurried out of the room and into another one. We both hid in the cabinets, barely able to fit. There was more talking, then shouting, then a shot and a thud. My partner made a strained squeak as more footsteps came within earshot. Someone was going in each room and loudly sorting through things. Cabinets slammed and glass broken.
Eventually the door to our room opened as we heard the man begin to taunt us. I felt my body begin to shake as each step got louder. A door squeaked and I prepared myself for what was to come.
"Got ya, fucker." I heard the man say as my partner began to shout back, pleading for his life. It took everything in me not to shout when I heard a loud crack and then thud. My ears were ringing and as the air left my body. I listened again, trying to stay quiet as the footsteps left.
"I found the other one, did you get everything we needed?"
"Yeah. Let's go."
As soon as the front door slammed shut I flung myself from the cabinet to find my partner on the floor. The carpet around him was dark, almost black with the lights off. The was no sputtering, no crying, nothing from him. I grabbed his whole body and clung to him as tightly as I could knowing he was gone.
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I've never really written these out in detail so we'll see how I'm feeling remembering all of these. Some dreams will have dates but a lot won't because I only started journaling these like a month ago.
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